Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Dance.Deep into the shadows of the night, you pull the melodyfrom my heart, reunite it with my feet. We twirl andspin on the dance floor, keeping time with the beat. Withyour head thrown back, singing at the top of your voice,I feel as content as I will be. You start the spark thatlights a fierce, joyous fire within me, and I rememberhow to love as easily as breathing air. And we dance.

Listen.No one sees me but only you, watching even whentwilight fades to a starry black. I build a wall aroundto protect myself, but you reach in gently, pull meout before my tears of loneliness fall. As my worldcrumbles into a desolate wasteland, you hold meand remind me that I am not abandoned. WhenI'm finally ready to talk, you listen.

Stand.I stand strong in the darkness, encased in an armor ofpretense. I declare to the world my capability to remainstaunch in battle. I fear no one, I am proud and undefeated.And yet beneath the confidence I wear, a child is crying infear. I cannot expect to keep my pose of strength, andeventually my knees buckle. But somehow you are there,supporting me. You lift me up almost imperceptibly, so noone else sees my weakness, no one but you. With your help shake itoff, the trembling ceases, and I stand.

Live.You tell me, "This would be my heartbeat if I ever lostyou. ^^^---^---------------". And I understand. To diewould be to lose all the beautiful memories, to eraseevery Kodak moment we have created. Within youand me lie the ingredients to hope, strength, and family.I may be fatherless, I may lack a mother, but I have you.For as long as I can dance in the arms of my sensitive, strongbrother, I will live.

My beautiful friend Katie got married. My friend Amity is already married. I always figured I'd be the first one married and I'd have the biggest family. I'm sure glad my priorities changed before I got a bunch of kids thrown into the mix. I mourn for all the innocent children (myself included) who became victims of a Quiverfull family without being asked first. I'd rather be ready, like Katie is, than to marry the guy my dad picks and have 20 kids and counting, without knowing who I really am. Thanks God!

About Me

No, you can't stopThe motion of the oceanOr the rain from aboveThey can try to stop the paradiseWe're dreaming ofBut you cannot stop the rhythmOf two hearts in love to stay'Cause you can't stop the beat!

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About the Artist

I live in a world full of fantastic color. My name is baby blue and feels like cotton candy. I have synesthesia, which is a rare sensory condition. ****
I love music more than anything in the world, probably because it is the music of angels :)****
Gandhi is my hero and my role model, although I don't agree with everything he said or did.****
I never really had a childhood, but I'm happy to announce that the child in me is now alive and strong!
You can read my story at http://pastflashes.blogspot.com/